Lou Page #9

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CHIEF GARY:

(into phone)

We’re already on it.

(responding)

I know it’s domestic. But we’re not

completely uninvolved. I mean,

you’ve seen the files.

(beat)

So are you telling me, you would

prefer we didn’t sort it out?

(responding)

I already got the coordinates.

(answering)

Call a plumber. Your office is

leakier than the sink at my first

apartment. In the meantime, you can

consider the matter taken care of.

Gary hangs up the phone, looking at CIA Bradford.

CHIEF GARY (CONT’D)

We’re about to make a massive file.

He dismisses the subordinate with the wave of his beefy hand.

INT. OFFICE (FBI) - CONTINUOUS

And Warner does the same thing. But as FBI Bradford leaves-

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WARNER:

Wait. Lock these up.

Bradford returns to grab the files from her hand.

BRADFORD:

Who is Louise Adell?

WARNER:

Lou’s the reason we’ve got any oil.

She’s also the reason they burn the

US flag in Iran. Admittedly, it’s a

conflicted legacy.

(beat, thinking)

And one that needs to end. Put a

team together.

BRADFORD:

But the CIA is taking care of it.

WARNER:

That’s like asking an armless man

to tie your shoe.

BRADFORD:

I’ve seen some really talented

armless-

Warner raises an eyebrow. Bradford shuts the hell up and

exits with the files.

ANGLE ON-

A BUNCH OF GUNS.

INT. KITCHEN (LOU’S HOUSE) - DAY

Rankin and Inatomi stare at the kitchen table where Lou’s

REMAINING ARSENAL rests on the worn wood.

INATOMI:

No one normal has this many guns.

RANKIN:

They’re all legal.

INATOMI:

Ten bucks says the ones she’s

carrying aren’t.

Inatomi holds out his hand to shake on the bet. Rankin looks

at it and frowns.

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So Inatomi diverts and pretends he was just reaching to

adjust an evidence tag.

INATOMI (CONT’D)

Maybe she’s a survivalist? We’ve

raided some insane places. One guy

had twelve thousand cans of tomato

sauce. Twelve thousand. All

expired. Or maybe she was looking

for an opportunity to use these

things. Looking for some

excitement. Maybe Lou made herself

an opportunity.

RANKIN:

You think Lou had something to do

with kidnapping that little girl?

INATOMI:

What about this whole scenario

makes you think she didn’t?

RANKIN:

Let me show you something.

INT. BASEMENT (LOU’S HOUSE) - MOMENTS LATER

The lid of the industrial freezer opens. Rankin and Inatomi

look down at PACKAGES OF DEER MEAT shining beneath the bulb.

Inatomi raises an eyebrow, looking to Rankin.

INATOMI:

There’s nothing about this that

makes her seem less crazy.

Rankin picks up a package of deer meat and reads from it.

RANKIN:

Cook two hours. Low heat. Good for

stews. She left cooking

instructions. For someone. And as

far as I know the only person she

knew, that she would leave

something for, is Hannah. She

doesn’t want to hurt her. Or her

daughter.

INATOMI:

All I’m saying is I’ve seen less

suspicious serial killers.

(suddenly)

What the hell!?

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Inatomi jumps back, unholstering his gun, pointing it at his

feet.

Rankin clicks on his flashlight. The beam reflects off the

shiny coat of LOU’S CAT. Inatomi backs up. The cat follows,

rubbing against his legs. Rankin CHUCKLES.

INATOMI (CONT’D)

Bundy had cats! Lots of them.

EXT. HUNTING SHACK (LOU AND HANNAH) - DAY

Lou and Hannah stare at the HUNTING SHACK through the trees.

Hannah double checks the coordinates in her hand.

HANNAH:

We’re here.

LOU:

Hm.

Hannah holds her knife out in front of her. It’s BACKWARDS.

Lou pushes her hand down, pulls a GUN from her hip and moves

forward. Hannah quickly steps in front of her.

HANNAH:

(whispering)

Wait! What if you shoot Vee?

LOU:

I’m not going to shoot Vee.

HANNAH:

You have really good aim?

This strikes a nerve.

LOU:

Yes. Very good aim.

HANNAH:

How good?

LOU:

Good enough that I can stand on my

front porch, shoot into your

trailer, and lay you flat on the

floor.

HANNAH:

Okay. That sounds pretty good.

51.

Lou moves past Hannah, scanning the woods. She reaches the

SHACK DOOR. She goes to kick it open, pauses, then tries the

handle. The door pops open--

ANGLE ON SHACK FLOOR-

Resting on the floor of the shack is the BRIGHT RED PLASTIC

EGG sitting on Lou’s empty cookie plate. The egg’s been

opened, a LITTLE PHOTO lies beside it.

The open egg doesn’t sit well with Lou. She scoops it up with

the photo. Hannah and Jax appear in the doorway.

HANNAH (CONT’D)

They’re not here.

LOU:

Nope.

Lou pulls out her reading glasses and looks at the photo. Jax

rushes over to the cookie plate, licking it. Hannah pushes

him away and picking up the plate.

HANNAH:

(quietly)

It’s part of a set. I’m taking it

home.

ANGLE ON PHOTO-

It’s Vee’s school photo. A NEW SET OF COORDINATES are inked

at the bottom.

Hannah peeks over Lou’s shoulder to get a better look.

HANNAH (CONT’D)

Oh my god! Those photos were

supposed to come in the mail but

they never did. I thought the

postman took’em. You know? The

creepy one? I thought he was a

peeper, peeping on Vee. I got him

fired.

(looking at Lou, confused)

That was weeks ago.

LOU:

Then Philip’s been watching you.

For weeks.

HANNAH:

I had no idea.

52.

LOU:

Because you let your guard down.

You heard he was dead and didn’t

give it another thought.

HANNAH:

What else was I supposed to do?

LOU:

You shouldn’t have listened. For

Vee’s sake.

Hannah throws her hands up, exasperated. Jax FLINCHES.

HANNAH:

I don’t need you calling me a bad

mom. What do you know about it up

on that hill, in that house all by

yourself?

Something out the window catches Lou’s eye. She sees TWO MEN

IN CAMOUFLAGE, stalking through the woods, armed with ASSAULT

RIFLES.

She watches as they move toward the shack in an overly

complicated TACTICAL MANEUVER. She’s not impressed.

LOU:

(to Hannah)

I know more than you think.

Lou checks to make sure Hannah’s out of their line of vision.

HANNAH:

Yeah? Like what?

About a dozen yards away, the Men separate; MAN #1 GOES

RIGHT, MAN #2 GOES LEFT. Lou sees it all.

LOU:

Hm.

HANNAH:

(oblivious)

What’s with the noise. What does it

mean? Is it a tic? I don’t get it.

Lou scans the cabin, looking for something. She clocks a

DUSTY KEROSENE LANTERN and some OLD RAGS.

LOU:

Tell me about the plate.

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HANNAH:

What?

LOU:

I need to take a breather. Outside.

To cool off. It’ll help if you keep

talking. Tell me about the plate.

You collect them?

Hannah looks down at the plate in her hand.

HANNAH:

Oh. Yeah. I got a set of twelve

from the grocery. For free!

LOU:

Talk loudly. I really want to hear

this story.

Lou looks at Jax, INDICATING he stays with Hannah. Then she

discretely grabs the lantern and a rag.

INTERCUT WITH:

EXT. HUNTING SHACK - CONTINUOUS

Lou exits, sneaking around the wall of the hunting shack, out

of sight of the MEN, who are also circling it. She pulls out

a lighter, lighting one of the rags. She stuffs it into the

lantern. It flames with old fuel.

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